The most powerful wizard in the magic world

Not far away, the apprentice was concentrating on practicing a new magic. Several flashing balls of light floated around him, as if strengthening his control over the spell. Gellin secretly looked at him and felt that the apprentice looked a bit childish, and might not even be as old as himself. He grinned, "This is an easy prey."

Just as he was about to move, there was a slight rustling sound behind him. Gerlin turned around quickly, his eyes as sharp as a hawk, and found a man in a black robe walking slowly towards him, staring at him coldly. The man was tall, and his eyebrows revealed an indomitable aura.

"Who are you?" the man asked in a low voice, with a hint of threat in his voice.

"I don't think you need to know." Gerling pretended to be calm, trying to make his voice sound calm. He knew that this person might also come to deal with the apprentice, and he was thinking about how to deal with it.

The other party smiled slightly, but his eyes were as cold as a knife, "Don't pretend to be calm in front of me, Gerlin. You want to kill that poor apprentice, and I don't intend to show mercy." As he spoke, he took a step forward, and the oppressive feeling of the black robe followed.

Gerlin gritted his teeth, feeling unhappy. "Are you considered a hunter here? But those who hide in the shadows are often more terrifying than those in the light."

The man was slightly stunned, as if he was surprised by Gerling's resistance. Then he smiled contemptuously, "Your words sound interesting, but unfortunately, there can only be one winner here, and it won't be you."

"How can I make you shut up?" Gerlin's eyes turned cold, and he tightly grasped the staff in his hand, ready to attack at any time. This opponent was obviously not worth despising.

"Do you dare to make the first move?" The man raised his eyebrows, and his eyes turned to the apprentice in front of him, "This may make you die faster."

"You don't understand my intentions at all." Gerlin's uneasiness gradually became clear, but he didn't want to be led by the other party. He suddenly pounced forward, and his staff drew an arc in the air, pointing directly at the apprentice.

"Gots, defend yourself!" The apprentice suddenly sensed the danger and turned around to cast a spell, but it was too late. The air was filled with tension, and Gerlin's spell was about to be released.

A trace of panic flashed in Gots' eyes, and he quickly twisted the magic circle with both hands, trying to build a shield. However, at this moment, the man in black robes reacted, and he raised his palm, and a vortex of black energy appeared in his palm, facing Gerlin.

"Useless resistance!" the man whispered and suddenly released the energy.

A strong impact occurred instantly. Gerlin was startled and without time to think, he immediately leaned back and rolled over, avoiding most of the energy impact, but his arm was still scratched by the airflow, and blood instantly soaked his clothes.

"How could you?" He grabbed his arm in frustration and looked up to meet the burning gaze of the man in black robe.

"This is the difference in strength." The man said slowly, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

As the two fought back and forth, the apprentice finally established a defense. A blue light shield enveloped him, and then he began to draw a complex magic circle on the shield. In the flickering light and shadow, the apprentice seemed to have found courage, and he shouted to Gerlin: "You can't hurt me!"

"Oh, I really want to see what you do in this light." Gerlin laughed, but he didn't have the energy to deal with the powerful enemy in front of him.

Gots didn't respond. His heart was beating faster. He was still painfully driving the magic circle, which emitted a faint light from time to time. He could feel the pressure from his opponent, but he was thinking that he had to escape. And he knew that casting the spell would be his only chance.

"Do you want to escape?" The man in black robes walked forward slowly. "No, your problem is that you don't have the ability to escape at all."

More and more energy gradually gathered in the air, and it was obvious that they were preparing to cast some powerful spell. Gerlin also sensed the other party's intention. He knew that he could not delay any longer and had to end it as soon as possible.

"There's no need for us to continue fighting." He softened his tone, trying to buy time. "Such a simple fight will only result in more casualties in the end."

"Do you think I will believe you?" Gots responded coldly. His spell continued to increase in pressure, and streams of magic flowed out from his palms, as if he wanted to use this to create a stronger attack.

"There is no room for maneuver. You should understand that I am not a pushover. Any disagreement on this point will be of no help." The man in black robe whispered with a hint of disdain on his face.

"Stop!" Gots seemed to have made up his mind, and formed a circular seal with his hands. The trapped energy condensed in his hands, and then he shouted and pushed forward. "Release, Radiant Protection!"

Gerlin felt his eyes light up, and the surrounding light seemed to be stimulated, stabbing at the black-robed man like a weapon. The man's face was stern, and he had no time to react. He could only block his face with his hands. The ball of light hit his body, and a violent explosion sounded immediately!

In an instant, Gerlin felt a strong recoil and was pushed hard behind the tree. His chest felt tight and he cursed himself for underestimating the enemy. "This kid actually has such a skill."

The black-robed man was forced to retreat a few steps, cold sweat oozing from his forehead, but it was not all for nothing. He shook off the brilliance and glanced at the apprentices, his face as gloomy as water. "You want to escape, but it won't work."

"I don't want to be killed no matter what!" Goths became more and more nervous, and the magic power surrounded him, as if his determination was growing stronger. "This place is not suitable for you to stay any longer!"

Gellin took a deep breath and secretly admired the other party's courage. But he knew that time was running out and he would not be able to hold on any longer. With anger rising in his heart, he decided to give himself a chance.